Death as a form of Poetry
It was here, that I found myself close to the edge
And I almost thought, with you, I could find a pledge,
To destroy this part of me that wanted to commit my own death
But with my past, I wanted one final breath
I found love for many days and months,
And I chose to self destruct myself, wanting to keep myself stunned
And paralyzed
I dreamt of a cure that I would wake up one morning,
And I would smile with true authenticity, but it was just a warning
Even with you on my mind,
There was nothing left for me, and I was left blind
So I took the blade,
And I decided my life was worth a trade,
Death for peace,
And Peace for one kiss from you was worth this last part of me, the final piece
I lost my mind, so long ago,
And over and over, I thought that I would allow my spirit to flow,
Into oblivion